Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.